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Issac goes to the apartment he's been sharing with a couple of  
interns and recovers his bag. He grabs the copy of "Annals of  
Emergency Medicine" he'd been reading, and heads for the Starport.  
Once there, he checks the tlotlneshkroqr* in its case out of the  
weapons locker inside the extrality line, and heads to the Akus Moby.

Once on the Akus, he finds Paris, to find out which is his room, then  
finds his way to the sick bay and starts checking things out.

OOC> *tlotlneshkroqr is now the name for the Zhodani Officer's sword  
Issac has.

The internet is a funny place. I wanted a zho-sounding name for the  
thing, and I vaguely remembered that there was a Zhodani word  
generator somewhere. So I google for it, and lo and behold three  
pages into Google there's a link to a C program that was posted (in  
the TML) in '91. I click on the link, find that section of the digest  
from the TML archives that were posted somewhere and proceed to save  
it and compile the program.

Then I look at the link I was sent to by Google. It was a link to MY  
OWN COMPUTER.

( "The C code is  
compiling...FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!!" )

I know, it's sad, but I'm a geek, what do you expect :-P

-- 
Bruce Johnson
University of Arizona
College of Pharmacy
Information Technology Group

Institutions do not have opinions, merely customs

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> Issac goes to the apartment he's been sharing with a couple of  
>  interns and recovers his bag. He grabs the copy of "Annals of  
>  Emergency Medicine" he'd been reading, and heads for the Starport.  
>  Once there, he checks the tlotlneshkroqr* in its case out of the  
>  weapons locker inside the extrality line, and heads to the Akus Moby.
>  
>  Once on the Akus, he finds Paris, to find out which is his room, then 
>  finds his way to the sick bay and starts checking things out.

Paris is forward, getting a first aid kit. She gives him a smile of greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing major--if you don't mind coming to take a look..."

Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.

>  The internet is a funny place. I wanted a zho-sounding name for the  
>  thing, and I vaguely remembered that there was a Zhodani word  
>  generator somewhere. So I google for it, and lo and behold three  
>  pages into Google there's a link to a C program that was posted (in  
>  the TML) in '91. I click on the link, find that section of the digest 
>  from the TML archives that were posted somewhere and proceed to save  
>  it and compile the program.
>  
>  Then I look at the link I was sent to by Google. It was a link to MY  
>  OWN COMPUTER.
>  
>  ( "The C code is  
>  compiling...FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!!" )
>  
>  I know, it's sad, but I'm a geek, what do you expect :-P

Yeah, but you know--those Internet Tubes lead everywhere.

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On Feb 14, 2007, at 3:57 PM,   
 wrote:

>> Issac goes to the apartment he's been sharing with a couple of
>>  interns and recovers his bag. He grabs the copy of "Annals of
>>  Emergency Medicine" he'd been reading, and heads for the Starport.
>>  Once there, he checks the tlotlneshkroqr* in its case out of the
>>  weapons locker inside the extrality line, and heads to the Akus  
>> Moby.
>>
>>  Once on the Akus, he finds Paris, to find out which is his room,  
>> then
>>  finds his way to the sick bay and starts checking things out.
>
> Paris is forward, getting a first aid kit. She gives him a smile of  
> greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as  
> she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing major-- 
> if you don't mind coming to take a look..."
>
> Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.

Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit bag from  
it and follows Paris to Engineering.

-- 
Bruce Johnson
University of Arizona
College of Pharmacy
Information Technology Group

Institutions do not have opinions, merely customs

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OOG: Cool!  I"m unifying threads!

>  >>  Once on the Akus, he finds Paris, to find out which is his room,  
>  >> then
>  >>  finds his way to the sick bay and starts checking things out.
>  >
>  > Paris is forward, getting a first aid kit. She gives him a smile of 
>  
>  > greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as  
>  > she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing 
>  > major--if you don't mind coming to take a look..."
>  >
>  > Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.
>  
>  Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit bag from 
>  it and follows Paris to Engineering.

"Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to yourself--and that reminds me," Paris said, addressing both women as she cleaned the wound, "Do you need additional clothing, safety-sort, for back here? Jumpsuits, anything like that?"

She's not doing the best job--its adequate, though...

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: 

>>  > greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as
>>  > she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing
>>  > major--if you don't mind coming to take a look..."
>>  >
>>  > Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.
>>
>>  Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit bag from
>>  it and follows Paris to Engineering.
>
> "Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to yourself--and that
> reminds me," Paris said, addressing both women as she cleaned the
> wound, "Do you need additional clothing, safety-sort, for back here?
> Jumpsuits, anything like that?"
>
> She's not doing the best job--its adequate, though...

"Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at Paris and Issac, "I could
just use Spongebob band-aid or something."

The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and pulls her top up to her
shoulders exposing almost all of her her back.  A line of scar tissues 
extends
from just below her bra on the right to her hip bone on the left, there are
a number of other more orderly scars around her spine where the long
scar passes over it.

"Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when I does this again, then
we cans bring doctor in for consultation."

There's a black angular angular tatoo barely visable under the left side
of her bra strap and another woven pattern that barely peaks out above
the waist band of her pants in the small of her back.

Desdaemona 

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>  >>  > greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as
>  >>  > she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing
>  >>  > major--if you don't mind coming to take a look..."
>  >>  >
>  >>  > Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.
>  >>
>  >>  Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit bag 
>  >>  from it and follows Paris to Engineering.
>  >
>  > "Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to yourself--and that
>  > reminds me," Paris said, addressing both women as she cleaned the
>  > wound, "Do you need additional clothing, safety-sort, for back here?
>  > Jumpsuits, anything like that?"
>  >
>  > She's not doing the best job--its adequate, though...
>  
>  "Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at Paris and Issac, "I could
>  just use Spongebob band-aid or something."
>  
>  The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and pulls her top up to her
>  shoulders exposing almost all of her her back.  A line of scar 
>  tissues extends
>  from just below her bra on the right to her hip bone on the left, 
>  there are
>  a number of other more orderly scars around her spine where the long
>  scar passes over it.

Paris' eyes widen for a moment, then her calm demeanor is back.

>  "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when I does this again, then
>  we cans bring doctor in for consultation."
>  
>  There's a black angular tattoo barely visable under the left side
>  of her bra strap and another woven pattern that barely peaks out above
>  the waist band of her pants in the small of her back.

"Nice Tat," Paris comments, sitting back down in the chair that she'd evacuated and raising an eye at the Doctor. "Not to intrude--but those are pretty interesting scars. Got a story you care to tell about it?"

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----- Original Message -----
From: john.sanchez@us.army.mil

> >  "Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at
> > Paris and Issac, "I could just use Spongebob band
> > -aid or something."
> >  
> > The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and
> > pulls her top up to her shoulders exposing almost
> > all of her her back.  A line of scar tissues extends
> > from just below her bra on the right to her hip bone
> > on the left, there are a number of other more
> > orderly scars around her spine where the long scar
> > passes over it.
> 
> Paris' eyes widen for a moment, then her calm demeanor
> is back.
> 
> > "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when
> > I does this again, then we cans bring doctor in
> > for consultation."
> >  
> > There's a black angular tattoo barely visable
> > under the left side of her bra strap and another
> > woven pattern that barely peaks out above the
> > waist band of her pants in the small of her back.
> 
> "Nice Tat," Paris comments, sitting back down in
> the chair that she'd evacuated and raising an eye
> at the Doctor. "Not to intrude--but those are pretty
> interesting scars. Got a story you care to tell
> about it?"

"Ya," Des says pulling down her top and looking back
at the workstation, "I cuts myself shaving."

A sly grin spreads across her face, "I tolds story in
bar, pirate with cutlass got behind me, opened me up, 
broke back, left me for dead."

"Few days later another ship showed up, them rescues
us, fixes back and gives us new job.  Takes old ship
but gives us new life, is good trade."

Desdaemona

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>  > > "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when
>  > > I does this again, then we cans bring doctor in
>  > > for consultation."
>  > >  
>  > > There's a black angular tattoo barely visable
>  > > under the left side of her bra strap and another
>  > > woven pattern that barely peaks out above the
>  > > waist band of her pants in the small of her back.
>  > 
>  > "Nice Tat," Paris comments, sitting back down in
>  > the chair that she'd evacuated and raising an eye
>  > at the Doctor. "Not to intrude--but those are pretty
>  > interesting scars. Got a story you care to tell
>  > about it?"
>  
>  "Ya," Des says pulling down her top and looking back
>  at the workstation, "I cuts myself shaving."
>  
>  A sly grin spreads across her face, "I tolds story in
>  bar, pirate with cutlass got behind me, opened me up, 
>  broke back, left me for dead."
>  
>  "Few days later another ship showed up, them rescues
>  us, fixes back and gives us new job.  Takes old ship
>  but gives us new life, is good trade."

"You did, but I hadn't realized your injuries had been that bad," Paris admitted.

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----- Original Message -----
From: john.sanchez@us.army.mil

> >  > > "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when
> >  > > I does this again, then we cans bring doctor in
> >  > > for consultation."
> >  > >  
> >  > > There's a black angular tattoo barely visable
> >  > > under the left side of her bra strap and another
> >  > > woven pattern that barely peaks out above the
> >  > > waist band of her pants in the small of her back.
> >  > 
> >  > "Nice Tat," Paris comments, sitting back down in
> >  > the chair that she'd evacuated and raising an eye
> >  > at the Doctor. "Not to intrude--but those are pretty
> >  > interesting scars. Got a story you care to tell
> >  > about it?"
> >  
> >  "Ya," Des says pulling down her top and looking back
> >  at the workstation, "I cuts myself shaving."
> >  
> >  A sly grin spreads across her face, "I tolds story in
> >  bar, pirate with cutlass got behind me, opened me up, 
> >  broke back, left me for dead."
> >  
> >  "Few days later another ship showed up, them rescues
> >  us, fixes back and gives us new job.  Takes old ship
> >  but gives us new life, is good trade."
> 
> "You did, but I hadn't realized your injuries had been
> that bad,"  Paris admitted.

"Remind me to show you leg some day."

"Was two months in lowberth and another three months in
Towelie hospital before I coulds walk again."  Des keeps
her eye's on the display as the information from the 
system tests spill out.  Talking about it doesn't seem
to bother her all that much.

"Is still hurt some mornings, but I still alive.  Is all
that matters."

Des

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>  > >  > > "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when
>  > >  > > I does this again, then we cans bring doctor in
>  > >  > > for consultation."
>  > >  > >  
>  > >  > > There's a black angular tattoo barely visable
>  > >  > > under the left side of her bra strap and another
>  > >  > > woven pattern that barely peaks out above the
>  > >  > > waist band of her pants in the small of her back.
>  > >  > 
>  > >  > "Nice Tat," Paris comments, sitting back down in
>  > >  > the chair that she'd evacuated and raising an eye
>  > >  > at the Doctor. "Not to intrude--but those are pretty
>  > >  > interesting scars. Got a story you care to tell
>  > >  > about it?"
>  > >  
>  > >  "Ya," Des says pulling down her top and looking back
>  > >  at the workstation, "I cuts myself shaving."
>  > >  
>  > >  A sly grin spreads across her face, "I tolds story in
>  > >  bar, pirate with cutlass got behind me, opened me up, 
>  > >  broke back, left me for dead."
>  > >  
>  > >  "Few days later another ship showed up, them rescues
>  > >  us, fixes back and gives us new job.  Takes old ship
>  > >  but gives us new life, is good trade."
>  > 
>  > "You did, but I hadn't realized your injuries had been
>  > that bad,"  Paris admitted.
>  
>  "Remind me to show you leg some day."
>  
>  "Was two months in lowberth and another three months in
>  Towelie hospital before I coulds walk again."  Des keeps
>  her eye's on the display as the information from the 
>  system tests spill out.  Talking about it doesn't seem
>  to bother her all that much.
>  
>  "Is still hurt some mornings, but I still alive.  Is all
>  that matters."

Paris gave her a slightly sad smile and sipped her own tea.

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Bruce Johnson wrote:
> On Feb 15, 2007, at 7:39 AM,  
>  wrote:
> 
>> ----- Original Message ----- From: 
>> 
>>>>> greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back
>>>>> as she trots towards engineering, "Had a little
>>>>> injury--nothing major--if you don't mind coming to take a
>>>>> look..."
>>>>> 
>>>>> Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.
>>>> Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit
>>>> bag from it and follows Paris to Engineering.
>>> "Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to yourself--and
>>>  that reminds me," Paris said, addressing both women as she
>>> cleaned the wound, "Do you need additional clothing, safety-sort,
>>> for back here? Jumpsuits, anything like that?"
> 
> Issac sighs. Here it is, 3000 years after Florence Nightingale, and
>  nurses are all still 'women' :-P
> 
>> "Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at Paris and Issac, "I
>>  could just use Spongebob band-aid or something."
> 
> Issac says, "Let me look, just for practice ok?" He looks at the 
> wound, making sure there isn't foreign material in it, then hits it
>  with a combo-spray (antibiotic + painkill) then covers it with  a 
> bandaid. He reaches in and fishes a blue nitrile glove from his bag.
>  "here, knuckles are hard to cover with bandaid, this will help."

It's what Desi said it was, a simple scrape. It looks like she barked
her knuckles on a piece of metal or something.

>> The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and pulls her top up to
>> her shoulders exposing almost all of her her back.  A line of scar
>> tissues extends from just below her bra on the right to her hip
>> bone on the left, there are a number of other more orderly scars
>> around her spine where the long scar passes over it.
>> 
>> "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when I does this again,
>>  then we cans bring doctor in for consultation."
> 
> Issac whistles. "That was a spectacular one. don't do that again, it
>  looks like it hurt." Does Issac recognize it as a specific injury?

Issac knows that the scars could have been completely removed if Desi 
had had *proper* medical attention. The scar could be from a cutlass 
strike...he's seen similar wounds, but of that size they are usually 
open and on dead bodies. The smaller scars along the backbone look like 
repair work on the woman's back, perhaps where it was broken, but again, 
there shouldn't be this level of scaring. Not a very good job, in 
Issac's opinion.

Eris
Akus Moby

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On Feb 19, 2007, at 5:59 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote:

>>
>> Issac whistles. "That was a spectacular one. don't do that again, it
>>  looks like it hurt." Does Issac recognize it as a specific injury?
>
> Issac knows that the scars could have been completely removed if Desi
> had had *proper* medical attention. The scar could be from a cutlass
> strike...he's seen similar wounds, but of that size they are usually
> open and on dead bodies. The smaller scars along the backbone look  
> like
> repair work on the woman's back, perhaps where it was broken, but  
> again,
> there shouldn't be this level of scaring. Not a very good job, in
> Issac's opinion.

Issac says "Not the best surgical work I've ever seen, but any back  
surgery you can walk away from...".

He packs his bag back up. "We should someday get you to some real  
surgeons...if the job they did inside is like what they did outside,  
you got a fair bit of pain, stiffness, occasional numbness, tingling  
in your legs, stuff like that, right? A decent surgeon should get you  
back close to 100%. Make you look less like a chopping block, too."

He turns back, and goes to where he dropped his duffle and stuff,  
picks it up and goes to his assigned cabin. He dumps his stuff, then  
heads to the med bay.

He looks inside. "Whew! 20 coffins!" He hits the ship comm. "Uhh,  
Merrin, isn't it? We going to be flying peoplcicles right off? If so  
it's gonna take me a day or three to check and run diagnostics on all  
these low berths. "

While waiting for her reply, he starts inventory. How is everything?

--
Bruce Johnson

"No matter where you go, there you are", B. Banzai

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> He looks inside. "Whew! 20 coffins!" He hits the ship comm. "Uhh,
> Merrin, isn't it? We going to be flying peoplcicles right off? If so
> it's gonna take me a day or three to check and run diagnostics on all
> these low berths. "

"I'll help you as I get time," the redhead says with a slight smile. "I
can't certify them, but I can complete the mechanical checks."

JR

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Bruce Johnson wrote:

> He turns back, and goes to where he dropped his duffle and stuff,  
> picks it up and goes to his assigned cabin. He dumps his stuff, then  
> heads to the med bay.
> 
> He looks inside. "Whew! 20 coffins!" He hits the ship comm. "Uhh,  
> Merrin, isn't it? We going to be flying peoplcicles right off? If so  
> it's gonna take me a day or three to check and run diagnostics on all  
> these low berths. "
> 
> While waiting for her reply, he starts inventory. How is everything?

The equipment looks to be in good repair, but the medical locker is 
completely empty of consumables and drugs. You will need to put in a 
complete supply of both. In the service you'd put in a requisition and 
wait for a supply clerk to fill it, as a civilian you think you'll need 
to get the money from the Captain or his XO and then go shopping....


Eris
Akus

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On Feb 15, 2007, at 7:39 AM,   
 wrote:

> ----- Original Message -----
> From: 
>
>>>> greeting and waves him towards Cabin 4; her voice trails back as
>>>> she trots towards engineering, "Had a little injury--nothing
>>>> major--if you don't mind coming to take a look..."
>>>>
>>>> Her voice fades as she heads into Engineering.
>>>
>>>  Issac drops his bag and the sword case, digs out his medikit bag  
>>> from
>>>  it and follows Paris to Engineering.
>>
>> "Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to yourself--and  
>> that
>> reminds me," Paris said, addressing both women as she cleaned the
>> wound, "Do you need additional clothing, safety-sort, for back here?
>> Jumpsuits, anything like that?"

Issac sighs. Here it is, 3000 years after Florence Nightingale, and  
nurses are all still 'women' :-P

>
> "Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at Paris and Issac, "I  
> could
> just use Spongebob band-aid or something."
>

Issac says, "Let me look, just for practice ok?" He looks at the  
wound, making sure there isn't foreign material in it, then hits it  
with a combo-spray (antibiotic + painkill) then covers it with  a  
bandaid. He reaches in and fishes a blue nitrile glove from his bag.  
"here, knuckles are hard to cover with bandaid, this will help."

> The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and pulls her top up to her
> shoulders exposing almost all of her her back.  A line of scar tissues
> extends
> from just below her bra on the right to her hip bone on the left,  
> there are
> a number of other more orderly scars around her spine where the long
> scar passes over it.
>
> "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when I does this again,  
> then
> we cans bring doctor in for consultation."

Issac whistles. "That was a spectacular one. don't do that again, it  
looks like it hurt." Does Issac recognize it as a specific injury?


-- 
Bruce Johnson
University of Arizona
College of Pharmacy
Information Technology Group

Institutions do not have opinions, merely customs

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----- Original Message -----
From: Bruce Johnson 
> >>
> >> "Here we go--unwrap that cloth...what did you do to
> >> yourself--and that reminds me," Paris said, addressing
> >> both women as she cleaned the wound, "Do you need
> >> additional clothing, safety-sort, for back here?
> >> Jumpsuits, anything like that?"
> >
> > "Is just a scrape," Desdaemona says looking at Paris
> > and Issac, "I could just use Spongebob band-aid or
> > something."
> 
> Issac says, "Let me look, just for practice ok?" He
> looks at the wound, making sure there isn't foreign
> material in it, then hits it with a combo-spray
> (antibiotic + painkill) then covers it with a bandaid.
> He reaches in and fishes a blue nitrile glove from his 
> bag, "here, knuckles are hard to cover with bandaid,
> this will help."

"I be finished bleeding by the time you finish bandaging,"
Des smirks a little, "I stops bleeding in about 30 seconds
from most minor wounds, gots good platelet count.  They
always wants my blood."
 
> > The boney redhead stands up, turns around, and pulls
> > her top up to her shoulders exposing almost all of
> > her her back.  A line of scar tissues extends from
> > just below her bra on the right to her hip bone on
> > the left, there are a number of other more orderly
> > scars around her spine where the long scar passes
> > over it.
> >
> > "Tells you what," Des says with a chuckle, "when
> > I does this again, then we cans bring doctor in
> > for consultation."
> 
> Issac whistles. "That was a spectacular one. don't
> do that again, it looks like it hurt." Does Issac
> recognize it as a specific injury?

"At time it no hurt at all," Desdaemona goes quiet
as she looks at the digital display.  "When woke up
couldn't figure out why I couldn't get up.  Couldn't
feel nothing for about a day then back started to burn
like liquid fire."

Des